This is a gem of a restaurant. Lit by candlelight, the 18th century house is adorned with wooden chairs, gingham couches, grand fireplaces, and a bar cluttered with glass bottles that catch the flames burning at each table. I felt as though I was invited into someone’s home, and the glasses and plates were recently pulled from their cupboards.
We ordered a radish special, which I topped generously with their freshly whipped butter and flakey sea salt. I finished the meal with a velvety cup of coffee and a super sticky toffee sundae, served in a silver dish with homemade vanilla ice cream and whip.
I want to be there every night, and I feel that its specialness would remain robust in the face of my frequent visits.